Blue {h.s}

F i f t e e n*

"I don't think I can do this."

"Yes, you can. Don't you trust me, babe?"

"I do, but, I'm nervous."

"You've got nothin' to be scared of."

I took in a deep breath before nodding and inhaling the thin joint in my hand. I couldn't hold it in for long and began coughing harshly and uncontrollably.

Harry's laughter left me a tiny bit embarrassed and I pushed at his shoulder in irritation. He took his drug back and sucked in through his plump lips like a pro and held it in with a cocky smirk.

"I get it-" he cut me off with a raised finger and held it for a little more. He finally exhaled with small coughs and passed it back to me.

"God, I love gettin' high," he smiled to himself and laid back on his pillow with his hands covered by his long locks and head.

I tried it once more, only to have the same outcome of extreme coughing and no pleasure that Harry was getting inhaling the blunt many times prior.

"This is so stupid," I mumbled to myself as he encouraged me to keep going and I foolishly listened.

Over the next hour, we laid besides one another and smoked. The benefits came as soon as I stopped worrying and finally understood and almost thanked Harry for encouraging me to continue.

My mind wasn't on my mom or brother, or even what would happen when I went back home. I was relaxed with Harry and the thin blunt eventually came to an end to our dismay. But, Harry was quick to roll another and even showed me how.

"Mmm, baby?" My slurred voice sounded.

"Mhmm, sweetums," Harry replied just as lazily.

My question was delayed as I began laughing at the pet name Harry had used. He joined in as well and we snuggled even closer to each other.

Our laughing came to an end when I realized how hot I was. I sat up without warning and peeled off my long sleeve shirt. It occurred to me that I would never be bold enough to do this sober without words of pure endearment from Harry.

I pulled my long hair back into a high ponytail and began ridding myself of my pajama shorts. I stood from the heat of Harry's bed and turned to see him staring at my exposed flesh.

His eyes skimmed my newly shaved legs and past my åss that was barely covered by my purple underwear. He made his way past my stomach and finally to my small breasts in my black bra. He licked his lips and winked when he made contact with my eyes last.

"Every time I see those thick thighs of yours, I get rock hard," he whispered in a deep tone as he leaned towards me.

I leaned my face close to his, our lips almost brushing before I spoke, "I'm super hungry," I pouted, causing our mouths to touch.

I turned to leave Harry, swaying my hips because I knew how much he loved it when I did that. I stopped suddenly when I reached the doorway and locked eyes with him once more, my bottom lip between my teeth.

I made my way into his always full kitchen and helped myself to whatever I could find. I stuffed myself with Oreos, sprayed whipped cream into my mouth, and ate to the bottom of a bag of family sized Lay's chips.